#December Day 7
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alanaartdream · 1 year ago
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Trolls band together advent calendar day 7 was quite fruitful today; although I am not a fan of glitter ✨ everywhere
And for Christmas 🎄 drawing for December 7th 2023 went with drawing a Christmas 🎄 Sandman being as here in Australia 🇦🇺 we do not have snow at Christmas so snowman ⛄️ is a sandman
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egophiliac · 1 year ago
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messing around with techniques! I...like the foxman and the catboy a lot okay
also, a couple of quickies that honestly don't deserve any more effort than I've already given them:
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kirby-the-gorb · 1 year ago
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nopefer-art-tu · 4 months ago
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Home is where I want to be, but I guess I'm already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another—Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be
Where I'll be
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its-kapi-wara · 3 months ago
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The Dragon Prince characters reacting to Aaravos being out of the magical prison:
Callum: *Having a mental breakdown*
Rayla: "HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?"
Runaan: "So much for being out of that coin"
Soren: "Why does that giant looks so much like that Aara–HOLD ON A MINUTE"
Ezran: "You know what...If we ever manage to rebuild Katolis, I'm never leaving it again"
Janai: "I just wanted a calm and normal wedding ceremony, is that asking for too much?"
The Celestial Elves: "Well, definitely didn't see it coming at all"
Viren: ☠️☠️☠️
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card-of-the-day · 1 year ago
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Today's Card Is: Gail Lewis
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chic-a-gigot · 1 year ago
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Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 7 décembre 1798, An 7, (78.): Variation du Chapeau de Courrier. Ceinture Croisée. Robe Ouverte sur le Côté. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands
Woman, seen from the back, wearing a variation on the hat: 'Chapeau de Courrier'. She is wearing a dress that is open at the side. Belt crossed at the back. Bows on the sleeve and on the side of the dress. Further accessories: bracelet, fan, flat shoe with pointed toe. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Sellèque, Paris, 1797-1839.
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phoebepheebsphibs · 1 year ago
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It's Pearl Harbour Remembrance Day
Hanukkah at sundown
And it's my birthday
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deus-ex-mona · 1 month ago
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pretty minor thing to think about, but i find it interesting how chapter 7 is the first chapter illustration to show chizuutan as chizuru (instead of chuutan)
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like, i get it’s a flashback chapter, but we hardly got to see her as chizuru in the previous few chapters thus far… maybe we’ll get to see more of her as her true self after the hiyori fight/make up? only future chapters may tell, i guess…
#there’s like 5 weeks to go till chapter 6 is released into the rest of the world and i m n o t r e a d y—#man. chapter 5 still manages to ruin my mood no matter how many times i read it… man.#i was having so much fun with renren and concon and the 3 stooges and th e n.#imagine putting on a (somewhat) perfect/cute act to hide your true self because you know you’re unlovable the way you are#but then someone else runs along and screws up every step of the way without putting on any airs and is adored for it anyway…#i imagine chapter 6 will be much worse. especially since the start of the flashback begins there…#i sincerely hope the flashback ends in chapter 7 bc aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#though. considering where we are now in the series. i think there’s a chance that vol 2 will come out at the end of december#ch 8 will prolly start to drop somewhere around the later half of november so it seems about right…#b u t if there’s the preorder bonus manga for vol 2 in dec can we have santa girl chuutan in it p l s—#i think we’ll need an incredibly cute bonus feature to lift the mood from whatever the heck’s going on with vol 2’s chapters#bc. idk. im sensing some self hatred with this one chizuchan… it’s as though she can only love herself if she’s dolled up as chuutan…#like. even in her aizo self-insert delusions she’s thinking of herself as chuutan… maybe im reading too much into this. hm.#but then again she even puts on makeup when she’s at home in her own room…#w a i t a sec what if this wack behaviour only came about bc of what’s about to be revealed in the flashbacks. wait. no. w h a t if—#i hope manga chizuchan will be able to love herself properly soon… we all love you chizuchan~~~~~~~~~~#this. too. is our oshi no—#dammit why is something set in the same universe as the [redacted] anime making me feel things??? i hate itttttttttt#anyways. wh. what if one of the h10w turns out to be an anime adaptation of the chizuchan manga#and they’re just waiting on. like. the final vol to announce it.#it’d make the most sense for an anime series at this point… since chizuchan is marketable and it’s set in the same anime verse#so there’s no inconsistencies to retcon and such…#but!!!! most importantly!!!!!! we’d be able to see animated renren and concon!!!!!!!#…but something like this will only appear in my delusions huh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~#mousou dake no kawaikute gomen anime#ok that’s enough thinking for the day; back to kimikawaii mv g o o d b y e~~~~#chizuutan chizpost
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wowbright · 1 year ago
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Fic: Proposal
Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023
Words: ~2200 words                                         
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Blaine proposes they try something new sexually. Somehow, that turns into a proposal of another kind.
Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the likely possibilities for their future.
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They collapsed against the mattress, shades of pink and mauve blotching their skin. Wow. They were getting good at this. Really good. And it's not like they'd had that many opportunities to tune their skills, what with this party and that get-together and this church activity and that double-date with Tina and Mike—not to mention that Blaine's mother was always around and the cats were constantly vying for Blaine's attention.
But now here they were, together, no one in the house except for them (and the cats,who were asleep in the sunroom). They had so far used their time together very wisely, starting with kissing and proceeding with stripping and then a slow, langorous session of licking and sucking, tapering off back to kisses when either of them got too excited, and that was its own kind of paradise, just being able to hold Blaine and make him shiver with even Kurt’s more demure touches.
Their desire had ebbed and troughed, ebbed and troughed, until finally they surrendered to the ascent. Kurt took Blaine’s cock into his mouth as he moved inside Blaine’s, and Blaine made an eager sound, sucking harder on Kurt, and he let Kurt take more of him, and more, until Kurt’s nose almost touched the downy pubic hair on Blaine’s balls.
Mmmm, Blaine groaned, his tongue moving on Kurt’s dick like he was trying to say something, and then another, mmm-hmmm, but he didn’t pull away to give his praises clearer enunciation. He just curled his fingers into Kurt’s buttocks and drew him deeper into his mouth until the head of Kurt’s erection was nestled tightly between Blaine's tongue and the top of his throat, and  then it was Kurt’s turn to mmm-mmm-mmmmmm and he was glad he didn't even have the choice to use words, because what words could he possibly use to describe how good this felt, to be here with Blaine in sacred privacy, giving and receiving pleasure?
Blaine was on his back and his legs fell open, revealing the dimpled closure between his buttocks. He moved rhythmically, tilting his pelvis in tiny thrusts to better move his cock in Kurt's mouth, spreading his legs wider, lifting them up, up, up so that his knees were behind Kurt now and his feet were above Kurt's head, barely in his peripheral vision. The dimpled closure became less closed, its wrinkles smoothing out slightly, and Kurt suspected that Blaine was putting a show on for him, that he was exposing this vulnerable place because he wanted Kurt inside it.
The first time Kurt had fingered Blaine, it had been at Blaine’s lead, Blaine moaning as he pressed his own finger against his hole and said, “Kurt, let me show you how I need you.” And he had done exactly that: shown Kurt—not just with his finger but also with the way his shoulders flushed and his bottom lip quivered and he let out a delighted gasp as his finger pushed in. He had let Kurt watch him touch himself in this most intimate way, and Kurt had felt so beautifully overwhelmed by how hot Blaine was and the privilege of seeing him spread out like this, giving himself over to desire without shame. And then he became even more overwhelmed with want and love and goodness as Blaine took Kurt’s hand and guided him into that lubricated heat.
In that private moment between them, in the sharing of their hallowed lust, something inside Kurt melted—some bitter, jagged piece of him full of fear and shame—and washed out of him, never to return.
Kurt didn't need Blaine to guide him now. Even with their scant opportunities for intimate encounters, he was starting to understand the intricacies of Blaine’s body language during sex. And he knew by the way Blaine was exposing himself what Blaine needed: He needed Kurt to stretch him open and make him feel things he hadn't, until Kurt, known his body was capable of feeling.
Kurt slicked his fingers and pressed against Blaine’s closure until it gave slightly, transforming from closure into opening, and then gave more, letting Kurt's fingertip sink slowly in by degrees, and Blaine sighed with pleasure, and he clenched around Kurt's finger and relaxed and clenched again, and as Kurt moved in further he was no longer the one pushing—no, Kurt was being pulled, being dragged hungrily into Blaine’s body by the muscular strength of Blaine’s desire.
Kurt slid in and out, in and out, sometimes gently and sometimes roughly, keeping time with Blaine’s mouth on his cock, letting Blaine set the pace of their explorations, until Blaine's moans grew more and more desperate, his mouth gasping around Kurt’s hardness, sucking frantically and then going lax, too distracted by the things Kurt was doing to his ass to concentrate with the single-minded focus he usually approached blowjobs with—but Kurt didn’t mind, because Blaine was so hot when he got like this, wanton and needy, lost in the pleasure Kurt was giving him.
Oh Kurt, I need, I need, I need Blaine cried, and he took Kurt back into his mouth, its heat tighter and wetter than Kurt had yet experienced, and then Blaine was bobbing frantically over Kurt’s shaft, his fingers digging into Kurt's thighs, his ass clenching, and everything was moving in perfect time, they were moving together, their thrusts and moans coaxing each other into higher and higher states of pleasure, and Blaine was so lost in it he didn't whisper a warning or try to pull Kurt off when he was about to come—and that was hot, too, that Kurt was learning to detect the signs on his own now, to detect the unique way that Blaine's cock swelled and his ass clenched and he whimpered, yes whimpered, out of desperation and hope and abject need—and Kurt gave even more to his lover, encouraging him to let his body do what it wanted, because Blaine’s body was beautifully and rightly made and its desires were good, so so good, so lovely, and Blaine was lovely, and he became somehow even lovelier as he arched against the bed and came with a muffled cry—so overwhelming in his loveliness that Kurt vaulted into an orgasm that he’d forgotten he’d even wanted, so lost he’d been in experiencing Blaine unfold.
Kurt rolled onto his side as his breath began to slow and placed his hand on Blaine's chest. “This is perfect,” he said. “I needed this.” It was like being back in their little apartment in Germany, when they could pretend they were the only two people in the world. They had five whole hours to themselves, and their phones were on silent—with only Cooper's number set as privileged, so that if for some reason he and his mother were to return earlier than planned, they would get plenty of warning. That wasn't likely, though. Kurt's mind boggled at all the things they still might do today.
“Me too.” Blaine kissed Kurt’s forehead. “And just think, we've only used up one hour.”
“Mmmm,” Kurt hummed happily. “What would you like to do with the other four?”
“I really, really want—" Blaine said, with a heat that should have been impossible so soon after their shared orgasms “—I really want you to fuck me.”
This particular desire of Blaine's was no surprise—even without the fingering, it was something they had talked about a number of times—but the immediacy and earnestness in Blaine’s voice sent a rush like intoxication through Kurt’s body. He wondered if this was what it felt like to drink champagne. Before Blaine, he had never expected another man to want him this way. But here Blaine was, after all those years of Kurt pushing down his own desires, shaming himself over them—here Blaine was, once more telling him, The things you long to give are good, and I long to receive them from you.
And oh, how Kurt wanted to give this. He had spent many, many hours upon returning from his mission remembering the blinking heat he had only gotten brief glances of in their Ingolstadt apartment, fantasizing about being inside it, about Blaine's body clenching around his shaft, about them fucking in fields and hot tubs and mussed-up sheets; and he’d only had The Joy of Gay Sex for two months, but already he’d lost count of how many times he’d come while looking at the pictures of men fucking each other in different positions and imagining that it was him inside Blaine.
Kurt wanted it. But he also loved to tease Blaine. “Don't you think we should save something for marriage?” he laughed.
Blaine didn't laugh. He looked at Kurt thoughtfully. “Are you afraid? That it's going to far? Or too fast?”
“Oh,” said Kurt. “Not at all. I mean, maybe it’s faster than I expected, but it has been a long, long year. If you’re ready, Blaine, then I am.”
Blaine smiled at Kurt softly and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You're so sweet. The sweetest boyfriend ever. But maybe you're right. Maybe we should wait for marriage. I mean, I don't regret anything we've done, and I want to do so many more things, but … Maybe there is something to saving part of yourself for the wedding night. I guess we don't have to throw out the baby with the bathwater.”
Kurt felt his heart sink. Why had he made that stupid joke? He had no idea when they would ever have the chance to get married. It might be years, and depending on the state they settled in, and maybe not even then.
“So,” Blaine said, sitting up against the headboard and pulling Kurt up with him by the hands, clutching them eagerly, his face lit up like he’d just walked out of a bowtie factory. “I think we should get married. Now.”
“This afternoon? Is it legal in Arizona?”
“I don't mean this afternoon, I just mean—”
“It's not legal in Ohio or California, either,” Kurt said, trying to be patient, but feeling the joy of their solitude begin to fray. The realities of the world were infringing on the space they had made for themselves.
“Cooper said it’s legal now in Arizona. But I just keep thinking … ever since we talked about driving to Salt Lake to visit the temple after Cooper goes back to L.A. … I keep thinking, if we were any other returned missionary couple that's totally crazy for each other and can't wait to begin a life together—I mean, a straight one—we would probably try to get married while we were there. That's what I keep thinking about. How I want to be married to you, now and not later. And obviously we can't get sealed in the temple, but it would still mean something to me to get married while we’re there.”
Kurt didn't know what to say. He was blindsided. He was giddy and confused and trying to follow the logic of everything, but also he didn't need to follow the logic, because something about it made so much sense. He squeezed Blaine’s hands.
“I mean, ideally, I want to have a wedding with our friends and family there, but it’s going to take time until that can happen. And I know our situation isn't perfect now, either, and there are a lot of things we need to figure out about our living situation and my family and school and the church and everything else, but that doesn't matter to me—because after spending a year apart from you, the one thing I don't need to figure out is that I love you and want to be with you no matter what, and I want to do that as your husband.” Blaine swallowed heavily, and his eyes were glowing with unshed tears but they were smiling, and his whole face was bright with joy, and he was looking at Kurt as if just getting to share the same space as him was an incomparable blessing. “So, what do you think, Kurt? Will you marry me?”
Kurt was breathing rapidly and there were tears streaming out of his eyes and he had not expected to get proposed to today, and if he had known it was coming he would have been able to come up with a hundred and three objections for why now was not the right time. But Blaine was looking at him so earnestly, and he was right—their lives were a complete mess, but waiting wasn't going to make them any less messy—or, in any case, there would always be enough mess to justify it not being the right time or the right place. But Kurt loved Blaine. And he knew, in his heart of hearts, that they belonged together and made each other better people, and that God had brought them into each other's lives for that very reason. And sure, Kurt could delay, but he didn't want to delay. He was, for all intents and purposes, already married to Blaine in his heart.
“Yes. Yes!” Kurt said, gasping and crying and so, so happy. “I will, as soon as you want. I’ll marry you.”
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typelikeagirl · 2 years ago
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cypherdecypher · 2 years ago
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Animal of the Day!
American Marten (Martes americana)
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(Photo in public domain)
Conservation Status- Least Concern
Habitat- Canada; Northern United States
Size (Weight/Length)- 1.4 kg; 71 cm
Diet- Small mammals; Birds; Fruits
Cool Facts- The American marten, also called the pine marten, is a small but essential carnivore to the North American wilderness. Being nocturnal in the winter and diurnal in the summer, American martens travel a relatively small territory and often stick to the trees to avoid much larger predators such as coyotes and bears. Their main prey source are voles and mice, making them essential towards keeping rodent populations from exploding. In addition, American martens help to spread wild blueberry and huckleberry seeds by eating the fruits and well… you know. Females give birth to smaller litters in the spring in hollow logs and gaps in boulder formations. The kits stay with their mother throughout the summer as she teaches them to hunt but they often split once the leaves start falling.
Rating- 11/10 (Just looing for a cuddle.)
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eyra · 11 months ago
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sitting in my car outside work staring dead ahead like a horse waiting to be shot
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cressida-jayoungr · 11 months ago
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Coeli's Picks: Grey, part 2
One Dress a Day Challenge
Riverdale (s1 e11) / Lili Reinhart as Betty Cooper
(Could also have gone under silver.)
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The Great / Elle Fanning as Catherine the Great
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Little Women (2019) / Emma Watson as Meg March
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Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007) / Cate Blanchett as Queen Elizabeth I
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Blake's 7 (s2 e3, "Weapon") / Kathleen Byron as Clonemaster Fen
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jenny-from-the-bau · 1 year ago
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December, A Jemily Fic
Summary: Emily and JJ didn't have good Christmases growing up, so they're doing their best to make it perfect for baby Henry - and each other.
Day One: Advent Calendar
The Advent of Tradition
Day Two: Drinking A Warm Drink
Mug Shot
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floridaboiler · 1 year ago
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NATIONAL COTTON CANDY DAY!!! It’s National Cotton Candy Day! From the sweet, sugary taste to the soft, fluffy texture that melts in your mouth, what's not to love about cotton candy? William Morrison and John C. Warton invented cotton candy in 1897, but didn’t introduce it to the public until the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis. It was an instant success and sold for 25 cents, half the cost of the admission to the event!
Source - https://mewe.com/p/bikinisummer
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